This is a song about "Mad skills"

A serial killer, several kills, severe killing skills

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

It's all good, finna dog that

Did my rap make you mad?

My skills blossom like a clematis

Before we see it's hard to live

For all the rappers and skills

My team getting digits

My artist skills are fading,

Why not me the same thing

On point, i hone my skills

Worth a couple bills

You, you, you have to pay for that

If i would be too mad

Don't you dare show me your crappy skills

So here i am at the store for some chips